"How do you plan a space party?," he asked, following her down the corridor. She could hear the damn smirk in his voice but she wasn't having it. "Don't you have something better do, Beck?," she sighed and he chuckled.
"It's Doctor Beck, and no," he sassed and she rolled her eyes, stopping at the lab door. "Come on, Doc," he grinned, "how do you plan a space party?," he asked her again and she leaned in the doorframe, watching. "You planet," he said, completely deadpanned and she shook her head.
"You're a child, Chris," she told him and he snorted. "Mayyybe," he teased, "but you love me," he told her and her cheeks flushed, turning her back to him. "Well, that's debatable," she said, trying to be as cool about it as possible.
Truth was, she did love him. But she'd rather he not know that. She heard him sigh and move behind her. "How long are we going to do this?," he asked her and she turned to face him. "Do what exactly?," she asked and her knees nearly buckled at the look on his face.
"Pretend like there isn't something here," he swallowed and gestured between them. She sighed heavily and put her hands on the desk. "Chris," she started but he walked closer to her. "Tell me you don't want me," he said, tucking a hair behind her ear, "and I'll walk away right now."
She took a breath, internally wresting with herself. She knew it was wrong. That they'd get in trouble. There was no fraternization. Period. NASA would have their asses.
But her damn body betrayed her.
It wasn't entirely her fault. Chris was, well, perfect. And those plump lips were inches away from her own. "Fuck it," she mumbled and grabbed him by the soft gray hoodie and pressed her lips to his.
He groaned and it quickly turned into a moan, pulling her body closer to his, his erection pressing against her thigh. "Needy, Beck?,"she teased and nipped his jaw and he whimpered. The sound went straight to her cunt and she grabbed his face, kissing him hard again.
"Come on, Doc," she told him and pushed him over to the exam table, now completely uncaring about protocol. It all went out the window when she felt him pressed up against her. She pulled her shirt up over her head and worked on her pants. Chris pushed himself up on his elbows, watching her.
"Beck," she sighed and leaned over him, "you gonna get undressed? Or am I going solo?," she teased and he shook his head, clearing it. "Sorry. Fuck," he muttered, pulling the hoodie up over his head and letting his eyes fall over her again. "I mean, just," he sighed, "are you even real?"
She blushed slightly, completely overwhelmed by the sweet look on his face. He was awed by her and it showed. "Chris," she said, voice low and breathy as she climbed over him.
He gripped her hips and ran his length over her, both moaning loudly. "God, fuck," he growled, pushing himself inside her, "you're so wet. Is that all for me?," he asked, another awed look on his face and she nodded, leaning over to kiss his lips as her hips rolled to meet his.
"Always, Chris. Always for you," she breathed against his lips and he whined, nipping at her lip. "I've dreamt about this," he panted, "you over me. Fucking me," he moaned and pushed himself up, pulling her flush against his chest and began to pound into her, making her cry out.
"Shh, baby," he told her, covering her mouth with his hand, "don't wanna get caught." She nodded and let her head fall back, closing her eyes. "Keep lookin' at me, sweetheart," he begged her. "Wanna watch you come undone for me," he said and her eyes flew open, meeting his.
"There you go, angel," he said and kept a steady pace, reaching deeper. "Cum for me, sweetheart," he begged, his voice breaking. Her eyes met his as she let go, crying out, muffled by his hand. His hips stuttered and he buried himself deep, cumming with a loud groan.
He helped her up gently and sighed, pulling her back to him and kissing her softly. She returned the kiss and reached for her clothes, handing him his own. They dressed in silence, both unsure of what to say.
Chris cleared his throat, walking back over to the computer monitors and she propped herself up next to him. He scribbled something in notebook, staying silent for a few minuets.
"What do you call a crazy spaceman?," he asked quietly, not looking up. She let her head fall to the side and sighed loudly. Not again.
"An astronut," he said and looked up to meet her eyes, and she grinned. "You're an idiot." He leaned over and kissed her.
"Maybe. But you love me."
